A/N: My first try at a TRC fic. Hope I get it right. Enjoy, wonderful readers.
Your suggestion and comments are always greatly appreciated.
At first, I was planning to make this a humor/romance, but with things going on lately more than often not doing anything to improve my mood and all... It might actually turn out quite angst-y. That's why I'll let the genre be 'general' for now.
With no further ado, on with the story!
DISCLAIMER: I would never DARE so much as suggest I own the work of the amazing CLAMP. We all know how foolish claiming such unmatched talents one's own would be.
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World Stories by StarSparklez
Prologue.
Blinded by Sakura Petals.
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Everyone, in every world, holds their heart's wish. Within them, they are bound to it just the way they are to their existence.
Some wishes are simple and achievable, others unthinkable and sometimes, even divinely forbidden.
Often, it is sad to realize that one has to wish for rather what their heart needs most than what they know it should really desire.
So, as a solution, could one choose to have a second heart's wish? Do some hearts dare risk wishing for a third or even more?
How far do existences go, or hold still, wait, endure-- to attain Heart's wish?
And do hearts ever stop wishing, even when existence ceases?
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"Syaoran!"
"I'm right here, princess."
She laughed,
"Call me Sakura! Enough with the formalities, already. I get enough from the rest of the Kingdom, you know. What are you doing here anyway?"
"The afternoon is still too hot to continue extravagating the ruins. So the archeologists and I decided we'd start again later this evening, when it is cooler.
And I wanted to finish a few more pages of this before it's too dark to read."
He held up the book so she could see it.
"It's not as thick as the ones you usually read. And these illustrations. It's a story book isn't it, Syaoran?"
"Yes, actually. But this one does help with my researches, somehow. Father thinks the author was originally from an area somewhere in this country, and that he speaks of its long forgotten past."
"Really?"
He nodded,
"And he must have been right, there are so many signs. For example, the kingdom emblems he describes match the oldest ones of this country. He also speaks of forests and gardens that would have been situated back then were now lies the black desert."
"I see. But its only black rocks out there."
"Yes, but it wasn't always like that. Some of those rocks were probably old trees back then which, with time and consequences, solidified into that form."
He paused.
"The process is actually quite difficult to explain but, what I mean is, this land wasn't always a desert. Father and many others like him, think this could have been one of the greenest, most beautiful and richest lands in the world. A very, very long time ago, that is."
"Wow! Sounds amazing. I wonder how long ago."
"Probably millions of years," Syaoran laughed.
Sakura's eyes widened, "That long!"
"Yeah."
She smiled, thinking for a second,
"You mean, where we're standing right here, was once a place full of green, of water and flowers?"
Syaoran flitted through a few pages before he answered her,
"See this illustration here, Sakura?" She looked at it and smiled, not just from the beauty of the picture, but also because whenever Syaoran called her by first name, something in her bloomed into more wonderful.
"Yes, I see. They're beautiful, these trees of pink flowers."
"The author says trees filled this region, and that in spring these flowers bloomed all on the same day on every tree. And that that day was always one of joy for the people.
Do you know what these flowers were called in his time?"
"Hum? The tree flowers? No."
"Sakura blossoms."
Sakura was surprised and looked at him strangely. After a minute of silence, Syaoran continued smiling.
"He imagines he was a traveler back in those times, the author. He says he thinks the day he sat under a Sakura tree for the first time and its blossom fell all over him and covered his vision was the most beautiful day of his life. The day he was blinded by Sakura blossoms."
Sakura smiled back warmly at him and sat closer besides him.
"He must have been a very passionate man, this author."
"Just like Fujitaka-san, neh?"
Syaoran nodded, his smile a little different.
Little Sakura spoke again,
"I wish we could see those trees sometime. Somehow."
"Me too."
"For now I can just close my eyes and imagine."
Syaoran regarded her as she did close her eyes, and as ,slowly, a dreamy smile spread on her face adding to her blissful expression. A moment later, he joined her and did the same.
For a while they were both there, inside the old book's illustration.
Under the Sakura tree, their hands linked.
Then they were both blinded by falling pink blossoms.
A/N:
1-Confused? Too short? This is just a dreamy flashback sequence. Interested still? Do click down right here :points: and check next the first chapter.
2-Of course, if you're feeling generous, you may also click left here :points again: and leave a sweet review. It's all up to you.
3-And of course, the geological reference is complete nonsense. I made it up. It's not entirely true that all deserts were once Amazonian forests. Is that even what I said? Oh well, this is fanfiction, and I am describing an imaginary world. So, yeah, I suggest you let that one slide and leave the technicalities by the door.